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Ewan glowered at his spell book through the iron bars of his cage. It sat beside the Fat Coachman and maddeningly out of reach. If he could just reach it he'd be able to kill his captors and escape, but the bars were too thin and it was no use. The boy passed the pair in the Draconi Forest and was grabbed the moment his back was turned.

As far as cages went it was passably comfortable. There was enough straw and blankets to ward off the cold, but the mountain road was quite bumpy. From what Ewan overheard his captors were selling mage-children to a buyer in Zantaric. The Fat Coachman and Crooked Wizard didn't speak to him beyond offers of food and water. They didn't like the boy much. He bit the Fat Coachman and spat insults at the rest, at least until they switched his backside and threatened to burn his book. He'd been mostly calm up until now, certain there'd be surely ample opportunity to escape whomever was buying him. Most people tended to underestimate him after all. Still, Ewan was beginning to grow apprehensive.

On the fourth day they crossed the plains and made it into the Terrin Mountains. Scrubby plants and pine-barrens dotted the foreboding slopes. The slavers stopped, midday, on a ledge overlooking the Adelan woodlands. They waited for several hours. The only thing more boring than sitting in a moving cage was sitting in an unmoving cage. They were bored too, and didn't even complain when Ewan whistled a bawdy tavern song he knew as an adult.

The sound of cracking twigs announced a newcomer. It was a Connlaothian man with a scarred face, a Mordecai judging by his tarnished breastplate, leading a horse; a girl slung over its saddle. She was bound and unconscious, about Ewan's age and height. The Fat Coachman and Crooked Wizard offered gruff greetings, ribbing him on how long it took. His name was Harlan. The girl was deposited in the cage alongside Ewan and the door slammed shut. "Keep quiet back there, yeah? No sniffling," the Fat Coachman sneered before driving the wagon onward. They were roughly an hour from the gates of Zantaric.

He crawled toward the girl and nudged her awake. "H-hello?"
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Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

CyclicalCycal

Cara let out a long, agonised groan, as she was nudged. It'd been a long while...she had known that, at least. She could tell the passage of time. She wasn't stupid. What she couldn't tell, however, is how she ended up unconscious. After a brief pause, she slowly rose upwards, pulling at her bindings as she instinctively attempted to stretch. "L uiv'w nghc mw jwqg..." She muttered in an archaic, ancient, and near-forgotten tongue. She blinked, blearily, turning to Ewan. "...Zyi'zh gqx...?" She mumbled, incoherently. It was rather blatant that Cara wasn't entirely there, at least, not yet. But that would be rather predictable. Being rendered unconscious, kidnapped, and bound would do that, especially to a child.

She moved to rub her eyes, finding her wrists still bound, fear growing on her face. She glanced about, looking to Ewan, desperation setting in as she began to pant, and panic, and shake.

Whim

Ewan screwed up his face at the unusual speech. Old elvish, maybe? Language was inherit to magic but he'd never learned this one. Escape would be much harder if she didn't speak the common tongue. The boy didn't much like consorting with real children. No doubt he'd be bullied or roped into embarassing games. Still, it was clear the girl was in a bad way.

"Ssh, its alright. Its alright." he hushed, holding up a reassuring hand and reaching slowly to tug her bindings loose. "I'm Ewan. I got taken too. Do you understand me?" He hoped she wouldn't scream or wail. Given the circumstances that was probably expecting far too much.
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Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

CyclicalCycal

"T-taken? Oh...oh no." She mumbled, swapping to the common tongue rather easily. "I-I need...we need..." Cara continued, as she pushed the bindings off of her, still shaking. No, Cara was shaking more. Her fear and her panic was growing, if anything. "W-we need...we need...I need...I-I-I...f-father's going to...it's..."

Cara rubbed at her hands, glancing about the area, rapidly. No foliage, or rather, there was no foliage that would be useful to her. Perhaps an animal of some sort...? If there was some nearby, it was likely not going to bother helping her. After a while sorting through her options on her own, she finally spoke to Ewan, looking back to him. "I-I'm. Cara. I-I need...need to go...n-now."

Whim

"Go to the- oh. I don't want be here either," the girl was shaking like a leaf so he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder with some awkward hesitation. "Just- just be calm, okay?"

"Do you do magic? They said they're selling us to someone who wants magicians. We'll- we'll escape. Don't worry. Got to run when they're not looking. Maybe when they're handing us over. Alright?"

The walls of Zantaric loomed ahead, shabby and wooden. The few torches there were did little to dispell the gloom over the winter sky. A pair of guardsmen stepped forward to converse in hushed tones with the Crooked Wizard.

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Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

CyclicalCycal

"I-I-I...I. Okay. Okay, then." She mumbled, staring out at the town. She curled up, slightly, glaring at it. It was a look of unimaginable hatred. Hatred for the city. Hatred for civilisation. "I don't...I don't do magic. Stupid. Humans. Wait-" Cara paused, realising the implication. "...you do magic? What magic?!" She said, peeking out over to Ewan, eyes wide, waiting for an explanation.

Whim

The pair of children were evidently talking too loud because the Fat Coachman wheeled about and banged a meaty fist on the bars. "Quiet!" he snarled before returning to his work.

Ewan's voice fell to a whisper and he gave her a small smile though it was hardly the time for jokes. "Well if you don't you could always tell them they got you by accident,

"And I'm an animancer. I mostly do spells and alchemicals that-" the boy spoke haughtily then paused, remembering his audience. "I do magic on people and animals mostly. Mend wounds. Keep them young and stuff. Even turn into animals, sometimes."

The gate-guards, likely sellswords in the employee of some Crime Prince, waved them through without so much as a second look at the wagon's cargo. The city was indeed ugly. Mud and detritus caked the streets and cramped huts and shanties were built over its once-impressive stonework. The caravan parted a crowd of beggars and wove its way through the streets toward a palatial, walled-off compound. Probably the home of whomever was specifically ordering very expensive enslaved wizards.
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Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

CyclicalCycal

Cara pauses, frowning. "W-what?! Th-that's evil! Th-that's not normal!" She hisses out, enraged. Cara glances about, once more, apparently trying to think. The closer she got to civilisation, the further away she got from the wilds, the more useless her powers would be. Unless, of course, someone had an annoyed bear as a pet.

That was exceedingly unlikely. She couldn't count on that, no. Instead, Cara had a different idea.

She scooted over to the doors of the carriage, pausing for a moment before chirping out. "H-hello!" She didn't bother waiting for a response from her kidnappers. "Uh, I promise...if you let me go! You wont all die!"

This...was likely unexpected. And very odd behaviour. But Cara seemed overconfident, as if this was some sort of certainty.

Whim

Ewan cocked an eye at Cara, a little taken-a-back. Elves. He supposed elves and faeries didn't much care for humans using magic. Hopefully she'd not make his escape any harder. But then she did.

"Ssh! I can't do a thing to them!" Was she talking about him? The boy rushed forward in an effort to tug her back as she began taunting and threatening their captors.

The Crooked Wizard turned to her, sneering. "Unless you want a lashing girl, you'll hold your tongue. Behave for Lady Selwin and things'll go nice. Act like a little shit and it will be not so nice."

A set of wrought iron gates swung open allowing them into a courtyard. It was nicer than the rest of Zantaric. The stonework was old but artfully carved, and a pair of fountains carved to resemble a dragon and maiden flanked them on either side. It was rife with foliage. The trees were twisted and fearsome in their wintered state, but would surely blossom in spring. Walls. Guards everywhere. Just how were they going to escape?
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Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

CyclicalCycal

Cara sighs, slightly, as she is pulled back. She slowly reached up to the wooden orb that replaced her eye, covering it. "At least there's plants..." She muttered, that apparently being the only respite she could find. "Don't worry, Ewan! We'll be fine!" She chimed out, completely and utterly oblivious to the bad things that could happen.

Cara turned to Ewan, rubbing her not-eye. She did so purposefully. Sneakily. There was a reason to that, because now it was glowing a vibrant, burning, hateful green. She did this to show Ewan, but Cara was just a child and no matter how smart she may think her plans, she may have slipped up. Hopefully, though, none of her captors will have noticed this.

Hopefully. It wasn't very likely. But, still, fate liked to vex people.

Whim

"That's natural?" the boy hissed at Cara. Now wasn't the time to pick a fight, though Ewan couldn't help himself. Cara seemed liable to answer yes. Whatever magic she planned to work looked potent; moreso than his,"Just what are you planning?"

Ewan gave Cara an uncertain look. He'd be following her lead now... whatever it was.

Through the bars he could see the Crooked Wizard and the Scarred Huntsman chatting with a woman. She was dressed as an aristocrat, young and delicate but with the command and bearing of someone older. Likely the Lady Selwin.

The wagon came to a stop. The Fat Coachman slid from his seat with a grunt and began fumbling with the lock. "Nice and easy you two. Lady Selwin wants a look at ya. Things go well we'll have ya marked, hand ya over, and walk away with a sack of gold." The man beckoned them impatiently.
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Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

CyclicalCycal

"Yes, it's natural! Father made it for me." Cara answered, predictably. She was rather predictable, at times. Cara paused, before pulling her hand back, grabbing at the orb and plucking it out of her eye, leaving a gaping socket where there was once a wooden orb. She carefully held the orb, before slowly beginning to pull it apart. It came apart like dough would, splitting into two, both illuminated. She made sure to do this quickly, carefully. Out of sight. She stuffed one half of the orb into her pocket, and the other one in a corner of the wagon and carefully going to dull the glow. It was still there, aye, showing that there was some lingering magic within it, but it was dull enough to only be barely visible. Hopefully it wouldn't be noticed.

She scooted over towards the door, rubbing at her empty socket to bring attention to it. It would be nice if she could get a glass replacement, but if not, she could make a new one later. It was no bother to her.

She glanced at Ewan, as she waited. Her confidence was fading. Cara was growing nervous again.

Whim

Ewan suppressed a grimace as she plucked the wooden eye out. Probably a good story behind it. What exactly did she mean to do with the thing? The boy hadn't time to ask her. The Fat Coachman rattled the cage, "C'mon! And stand up straight!"

Ewan crawled toward the edge of the cage and leapt down. It felt good to stand after being cramped in there for nearly half a week. He offered Cara a hand and looked about the courtyard. It was about thirty yards to the garden gate. A sleepy sellsword was minding it and it would take at least a minute to swing the big doors shut. They could outrun the fat man, but what about the hunter? His mind was racing as he looked around the courtyard. They might need to find another time to escape...

The Fat Coachman ushered them forward, and Lady Selwin approached to inspect the pair.

"Quite the little darlings. They'll do nicely. Both gifted I trust? Yes, I can feel it." She gave them a discerning glance, covering her mouth in shock at the sight of Cara "Oh your poor little eye! What happened to it, dear? My servants haven't been rough with you I hope?"

"They have! What do you w-" Ewan huffed at her, cut short as the coachman jabbed him in the back. "Hey!"
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Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

CyclicalCycal

Cara stumbled out of the coach, grabbing at Ewan's hand. She glanced back at the coach, looking at the chunk of her former eye. She grinned, to herself. She was escorted by her captors, along with Ewan, to this 'Lady' she had heard so much about.

Cara gazed up to the Lady Selwin, nodding. "Y-ye! They took o-" Cara was jabbed, too. "O-ow...Vkoxll uflg klba gnytomt..." She mumbled, spitefully. "C-can I get a glass eye?" She asked, not truly wanting a proper eye. No, she needed to replace the wooden one. She had to. But, she needn't inform anyone of that. The less they knew about her, the better.

Cara stuffed her hands into her coat's pockets, feeling the chunk of the wooden orb. It was still there. Good. She couldn't lose it. It had to remain. After a while, she fell silent, staring up, and waiting. Rather frequently, she looked about, examining any foliage nearby.

Whim

"Din't put her out, m'lady, would be bandaged if we had!" the Fat Coachman sputtered indignantly nearly cutting the girl off.

Lady Selwin looked to the girl and offered a warm smile, or something close to it, little about her was warm despite the red. "A glass eye? Why I could give you a brand new eye my little pet. Would you like that?"

Ewan shuffles impatently. He didn't like all this waiting and they may have to wait a little longer to escape by the look of it. The boy gave Cara  reassuring glance as much for himself as for her, "What exactly would you be wanting with us Miss- uh, Lady Selwin?"

"Oh this estate is a terribly dreary affair! I siply decided I would take in some wayward urchins give life to the place. Give you warm beds, chores to build your character, and the run of my lovely garden."

The boy folded her arms and gave her a dubious look, "Near twice as old as I look and I don't need any of those things. And there's plenty of orphans running around Zantaric."

"Oh. There was something specific I wanted in exchange for my kindness. I am sadly not so gifted in the arcane as you and your little friend. Its a pair of familiars I need, you see..." and with that she murmured a phrase in some forgotten eldritch tongue. Ewan and Cara both felt a searing pain  just above the nape of the neck. It appeared to be some kind of brand, an 'S' in the fae alphabet. Beyond that the boy felt funny... like a muscle had gone to sleep. His magic was gone. All of it. No binding of wounds or turning into an animal.
Awesome avatar by Eckhart_von_Musel

Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

CyclicalCycal

"I don't want a new eye! It'd be stu-" Cara realised nobody was paying attention to her, the two prattling on and on about...something? "What's an arcane...?" "I'm not an orphan! I've got father!" "Who's Zanteik?" We're some of the questions she would field, never expecting them to be answered. Not truly, anyway.

Cara toyed with the wooden orb in her pocket. It was her main comfort. She knew what it could do. Soon enough, aye, soon enough...

For a vast majority of the conversation she was uncaring, however there was one part that made hr eye light up, and made her look more excited than what seemed humanl-uh...elvishly...possible.

"A garden! I wanna see the garden, lemme go see the garden!" She chirped out, like a bird.

Her small cries for a visit to the garden, were interrupted. By a pain of burning, biting into her neck.

It caused Cara to collapse to her knees, rasping and wheezing. Her mind was not prepared. The plants were silent. The trees were silent. She no longer felt the presence of the fragments of the orb, its silent humming now gone from her senses. She couldn't even make a flower.bloom.

Inexplicably, Cara began to cry, her empty socket filling with her tears.

Whim

This was hardly going well. "What- what did you do? And maybe we'd even just help you if you'd asked!" the boy's voice grew shrill with worry.

"Should keep your magic tucked away where its safe, little man. I've no desire to see you become a wolf to eat me, or turn my garden carnivorous. No. Though I suppose I can do those things now if I pleased. Lady Selwin turned to Cara and gave her a smile. It was meant to be kind and reassuring though the sorceress was in short supply of such things. "Oh, don't fret. The mark won't be sore much longer. And oh, my garden's all around you! You should see it blossom in spring; you'll just adore it.

"Now come along, children. We'll find you a suitable room after I've rewarded my three gallant huntsman..." Lady Selwin beckoned Ewan and Cara to follow, stopping to press a ring, a necklace, and bracelet into the hands of their captors.

Ewan gave Cara's arm a hesitant squeeze as she began to weep, probably for his own reassurance as well as her's. "Are you okay? And... and what about...?" he hissed, thrusting his head briefly toward the carriage. She had pulled part of her strange wooden eye out and left it. Would that still work?
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Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

CyclicalCycal

"It's...hurting me..." Cara whispered, reaching up to Ewan and trying to pull herself up and lean on him. She couldn't walk. She couldn't move. "I-it hurts...it hurts..." She mumbled, suddenly so weak and frail. She felt as if her entire body had all of its blood siphoned out of it. She felt as if she had been disembowelled and dumped on the side of the road. She felt as if her soul had been ripped out of her body, leaving her an empty husk.

It was true, in a sense. Cara was an empty husk. Not of the soul, thankfully.

"Get it off..." She begged, unable to raise her voice larger than a hushed mumble, clawing at the mark. "Get-get it...get it off...it needs...off...I need...it back...or I'll die..." This statement seemed to be true, judging by how suddenly and how harshly she had deteriorated. Or, perhaps it was an elaborate ploy.

Regardless, Cara ran her hands along the shard of her false eye, still crying weakly. She just needed to survive long enough, then it would all work out. Right? It had to.

Whim

Ewan helped tug Cara to her feet and glared at Lady Selwin, who covered her mouth in mock shock. "There, there, it won't be all bad. Little elves tend to take to it poorly but you'll manage. You don't really need all that magic to live."

And with that the sorceress clapped her hands and a nasty little imp scurried from the front door. He stood roughly two feet tall with mottled green skin, pointy ears, and a whip-like-tail. The daemon adorned himself in a green waist-coat; unusually dapper. "These the new ones, huh? You can call me Thistle! Come along, I'll get you situated. But first, your names!"

"Ewan..." the boy sighed heavily.

"And this one? Who are you? Can you keep her from sniffling? Don't want to be scrubbing snot from the drapes," Thistle squinted at Cara, prodding her with a claw, nudging them both into the manner.

Meanwhile the caged-carriage was loaded up and took off, Lady Selwin bidding the slave-catchers a farewell.

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Guilds:
Wyrdwood Academy of Arcane Science

Events:
The Midnight Harvest
Into the Mouth of Qokagax

Characters:
Ewan ap Rhys - once a great sorcerer, now a small boy
Anwen ferch Rhys - scholar of blood magic
Duke Blackthorn - Duke of Dawn and Dusk, Warden of Weal and Woe, and all-around evil faerie
"Kaliam" - magically conjoined apprentice wizards
Maergath - Magister of Soulshaping, necromancer, angry and hateful wizard
Narlis Thordane - Hero for hire, proud and unrepentant scumlord
Niamh Wayrest - trader in forbidden lore, purveyor of curiosities
OLIVER THE BARBARIAN - a very reluctant hero and monster-slayer
Sage Whitechalk - heir to the Whitechalk Family
Saoirse Nettlefield - Headmistress of Wyrdwood, conniving academic

CyclicalCycal

Cara rasped, weakly, looking up to the Lady. She didn't believe her. Cara knew she was going to die. She was going to die. She was going to die. She KNEW it to be true.

Cara blinked, as a horrible, unholy monster left the mansion. She knew she was in over her head now. Drained of all her power, in a place where she didn't know, without her eye to use since it was already doing...something else. Cara needed something. Anything. At the very least, she had a friend.

"Ewan...don't...don't let them...hurt me...please...g-get it off..." She begged, unable to comprehend that Ewan couldn't really help her. Probably because she was so tired, so drained. "I-I don't...w-want to die...sh-she's killing me..." She mumbled, as she stumbled after the creature.

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